:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Monday, September 20, 2004 ::

[ a day that can only be described as "frabjuous" ]

Or, at the very least, it ought to be. It just so happens that two of the finest individuals I know by any standards happen to share not merely a birthday, but a birthtime. That is to say, at nearly the same moment in two separate hospitals on this very day, two individuals that have brought me a disproportionate amount of joy screamed their fucking brains out upon being brought into the world 21 years ago.

Down the road, if all goes to plan, I should find myself blissfully married to one, and in a historically-relevant band with the other, rocking the world's face off. No peeking as to which fits which description.

Ram, you're insane. Never grow up, never get old, and don't stop rocking unless you're absolutely forced to by circumstances beyond your control. I think that insulated John kid still thinks we're cousins, and perhaps a tenth of our school circa our graduation thinks we're gay. We did well.

Happy fucking birthday. I love you.

Babe, I've shaped my life around you for 4 years. Nobody's made me happier, and I doubt anyone's taught me more about People, myself included. I'm actually at a genuine loss as what precisely to say. I could write pages (and have already done so), but can't seem to succinctly express how much you mean to me, and how sincerely I want you to be happy. I suppose I'll just mention how cute it is that you're already slightly tipsy on your 21st, good-naturedly shushing me when I giggle at your mistakes and still attempting to learn Arabic. We're gonna do okay.

Have an amazing birthday. I Love You.

Wish these two a happy birthday, won't you? ;)


:: Aziz 2:19 AM [+] ::
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